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Family Tradition	By : medievalcutie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Fall Out Boy Views: 2896 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Fall Out Boy. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Okay, so I had a plot bunny come to me in my sleep and this is what they left! Hope you like! This is the first step of the story moving away from the general fluff. Review me please, it will make me happy ... and maybe work to get the next chapter up!

WARNING! This chapter contains some graphic images. If easily offended, do not read. I'll understand. :)

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Rebecca awoke to find herself in his bed, her head still foggy from what she could only assume had been the drugs that he had unknowingly slipped into the pizza. She tried to move her hands and found that they had been tied down, the same with her feet. Her first thought was to scream, but she quickly realized that he had remedied that potential problem as well.

It was then that she caught sight of him out of the corner of her eye, sitting on the edge of the bed, staring down at her fully naked body. She felt the blush covering her face at the embarrassment of the situation. She didn’t know what had come over him, but she knew that it couldn’t be a good thing. Rebecca had always known that he was a bit of a sadist, it was obvious in their kisses, the way that he would nip at her tongue or lip, how he would hold her. But he would always stop when she told him enough. Then he would spend several minutes apologizing profusely and promising never to do it again. And yet he always did.

“Becky, you are beautiful. I hope you don’t mind that I had to drug you. But I heard something from one of the other guys who said that this was a new trend. Role playing. It sounded like immense fun, so I thought we could try it out. God, Becs, you’re so gorgeous.”

Rebecca could feel him running his hands over her body, sending shivers down her spine. She had always loved the feel of his hands on her skin, and there was the added thrill of being trapped. But she knew that things had taken a wrong turn. If only she could get loose. She would call everything off and get back to the way things had been before she had turned a perfectly good friendship into something more.

He must have been able to see that she was pleading for words, because he slid up closer to her head. Running his hands over her cheek, she saw in his eyes that he wasn’t himself. This could turn worse than she had first thought. God, if only she could get the tape from her mouth, perhaps she could convince him to let her go. She was beyond scared at the moment, and the look in his eyes did nothing to help the fear. She began shaking, unable to control the fear. He must have misunderstood the reflex, because he reached around her waist and pulled her over closer to him, making the bonds on her right hand chafe even more against her wrist.

“How careless of me. You’re getting chilled. Forgive me that I love to look at you so much. I just can’t get enough. It’s like I’m a parched man and your body is the sweetest cool water.”

Rebecca hated the poetry at that moment. That was what had caught her up so easily, his ability to weave words into something gorgeous and his voice when he said them to her. Unconsciously a few tears slid from her eyes, and she hated that she had let that small sign of weakness go. Because in the manner he was in now, tears would only excite him. And that was the opposite effect she was hoping to have.

“Why are you crying, Becky? Surely you don’t think I’m going to hurt you. I love you.”

Rebecca felt the side of the bed lift as he stood, and she quickly flitted her eyes to the side to see what he was doing. And then she instantly regretted it. He had already removed his shirt and was fast at work on his pants. Rebecca knew then that things were even worse than she had hoped.

He turned back to her and she saw how determined he already was to have her. She began shaking her head, slowly at first then picking up speed until she felt a stinging crack across her face. He had only been sweet and gentle before, never raising a hand to her, and yet he had just slapped her across the face, causing a small trickle of blood to flow from her lips, getting caught in her mouth by the tape. He grabbed hold of her face roughly and pulled it up to his, causing even more pain and discomfort in her arms which were still tied above her head.

“Now you listen to me, Rebecca. If you continue to resist, I will make this as painful and drawn out as I can. And believe me, I know plenty of ways to do that. If you cooperate, this will be an experience unlike anything else. I might even take off the tape. Kissing can be orgasmic in itself, so that might be fun as well. So, Becky, are you going to cooperate and be good? Or am I going to have to drag you kicking and screaming into this? And don’t think I won’t do it either, it is a rather appealing scenario at the moment.”

Rebecca felt her eyes widen throughout the tirade. She knew that this was something out of a horror movie, or the stories that she sometimes read online. Except this was real. She must have taken too long to answer, because she felt another crack against her face, this time leaving her face stinging and eyes watering. She tried to plead with her eyes, but he wasn’t looking at her eyes any more.

“So be it then, I guess I get to have my own fun then. You always took too long to decide on anything. It’s not a virtue, Becky. It’s annoying.”

She wanted so much to scream when he climbed up on the bed on top of her. She could already feel his need waiting pressed into her thigh. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see the guy that she had thought she knew so well doing such a thing to her. Although her eyes flew open as she felt the tape being pulled from her mouth, achingly slow to drag out the pain. As soon as her mouth was free, Rebecca said the only thing she could think of at the moment.

“Why, Aiden?”

“Because, Becky. You were always such a prude. You think that I could resist you? God, Becs, you’re fucking gorgeous. I thought I could bide my time until you were ready. But then you always fought it off, saying that you were waiting, or weren’t ready, or other trash. You let me get almost to the release, then would stop. Everything but the actual fucking. That drove me crazy. I know you must have known that, the little smirk you would give me whenever you said to stop, and then pull away. You were purposely walking on the wild side with dangerous animals. So it’s time you felt the fire from your little teasing. Now that’s enough. I don’t want to hear another word from you. Or you’ll get it.”

And with that, he roughly slammed into her, causing her to bite down on her bottom lip against the pain. She had bitten down so hard that she soon tasted blood once more in her mouth. Aiden groaned with the sensation, knowing at once that he had broken past her virginity as well as the barriers she had thrown against him all the time they had been dating.

“God, Becky. That was rough, but so sweet. You felt it didn’t you? This is what I have wanted. You haven’t saved yourself anything but pain. It could have been easier, you would have been ready. But that would have been a mercy, and there isn’t going to be any of that tonight. Just the fucking that you have been denying me.”

He slammed his mouth down on hers, his hands reaching up to pull at her hair, hair that he had always found amazing. It was dark as night, and would curl tightly around your fingers, just as he had imagined her body to do to his. Now it still had the same entrancing feature, only enhanced by the fact that he was deep within her at the same moment.

Aiden felt the familiar coil in his abdomen and he pulled out, feeling how her body still wasn’t ready for his. But that didn’t make any difference to him. This was for him, a lesson for her. Rebecca bit her lip again in preparation for the next assault, as she was sure it would be just as painful as the first. She clenched up as she felt the wave of pain from his next thrust.

She felt sure that she would retch as he again took control of her mouth, his tongue pushing past her lips to sweep inside her mouth just as his body slammed into hers again. He continued to roughly beat into her over and over until Rebecca was sure that she would die from it. Finally he seemed spent and collapsed on top of her, still inside her. Rebecca wept then, the tears turning into shaking sobs, only to merit another slap across her face from Aiden.

“Stop fucking crying, Rebecca! You know how much I hate to see you cry. It’s not flattering, and worse, it hurts me. I love you so much, Becky.”

“Go to hell, Aiden.”

Before she could stop herself, she spat the words in her head out at him. This infuriated him more and he quickly pulled himself from her and moved to where he was straddling her stomach glaring down at her. Then she felt his hand on her face again, this time causing blood to start flowing from her nose. He roughly grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head towards him.

“You won’t do that again, Becky. I would hate to have to hurt you. So just shut the fuck up and you might not get hurt.”

Rebecca felt her head hit the mattress hard and bit her lip at the newest wave of pain coursing from her head. She suddenly wondered if she would survive or if he would simply kill her and be done with it. It was obvious that he was past all help, she just didn’t know how far yet, so she wasn’t willing to risk possibly setting him off worse than he already was.

“Aiden, I’m sorry. Please, what do you want me to do? Just untie me. Please?”

She could see how he had started to crack, and hoped that she could convince him to let her go. After all, she knew that at least some part of Aiden truly cared for her. She just hoped that she could get that part to take back control so that she could leave with her life. All that she managed to get was another swift slap across her face.

“Shut the fuck up, Becky! You don’t know what you’re saying. You must have lost your mind already. Such a shame too. I was just starting to have fun.”

Rebecca started to sob again, pleading with him to let her go. She promised him anything that he wanted, even things that she had no right to be promising, and yet he still continued the assault on her. Finally after what could have been only a few minutes, or several hours, Aiden got off of the bed and took a towel and left her alone and ragged. She could barely see for the tears that had dried up in her eyes, and she could barely breathe for the blood and all the abuse that she had taken. She could hear the sound of the water running in the bathroom from the shower.

Aiden returned to the room after a few minutes, and Rebecca could see that he had been crying, the tears were still streaming down his face. He walked over to the bed, and she flinched as he sat on the edge. As he reached out a hand for her face, Rebecca flinched and shied away, which made him drop his hand.

“I suppose I deserved that, Becky. I want you to know that I really am sorry. Truly and deeply sorry. I completely violated anything that we might have had, and worst of all, I hurt you. I know that I don’t deserve forgiveness, hell, I barely deserve the same treatment. But I want you to know that I am sorry, and that I really do love you.”

Rebecca had thought all of her tears spent, but she felt the renewed moisture sliding from her eyes. He leaned over and kissed her gently, the kind of kiss that she remembered from the earlier time of their relationship. He pulled back and ran a hand over her face gently, his eyes showing the hate he had for himself for doing such a thing.

“I called your brother. He’s coming to pick you up. I hope you know why I have to do this. I love you, Becky.”

And with that he stood and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him, and the next thing Rebecca heard was a gunshot over the sound of the water in the shower. Rebecca screamed, tears falling down her face. Tears for what she had lost, tears for what had happened, and tears for what had somehow become of Aiden.

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“Rebecca! Rebecca! Wake up! Shh.”

Rebecca opened her eyes and looked around confusedly. Then she saw that she was in her basement, curled up on the couch. She saw that it was Patrick who had woke her up. And she knew that she must have fell asleep during the movie only to have one of the nightmares that she seemed to have almost every night. She sat up, and wiped at the tears that had streamed down her cheeks. She felt the blush on her cheeks at being caught having one of the nightmares. And this time she hadn’t been able to wake herself up, so it had run the full gamut, at least where they always stopped, right before Pete showed up and took her in his arms promising that everything was okay.

“Nightmare?”

She nodded, smiling lightly at Patrick’s kindness.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to slip off to sleep. And I really didn’t mean for the nightmare.”

“It’s alright. Besides, it’s not like it’s your fault or anything. Do you need anything? Water? To talk about it? Anything?”

“No, I’ll be fine. Thank you, Patrick.”

Rebecca noticed a mark on his face and blushed deeper. She reached out and touched the reddened mark on his face. She knew that with the nightmares she sometimes got violent, but she hoped that she hadn’t hurt him.

“Did I hit you? Oh god, I’m so sorry. Really, I’m sorry.”

Patrick just laughed and shook his head. He leaned over slowly and brushed her lips with his, and she couldn’t help but return the light kiss. He broke away and stood quickly, his hands nervously going to his pants pockets, his face a deeper red than the shirt he had on.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. Forgive me. I think I’ll just go home now. See you, Rebecca.”

“Pat--“

Before Rebecca could finish, he had already climbed the basement steps and she could hear him go to the kitchen, mumbling an excuse to Pete before leaving. Rebecca didn’t know what to do. She was still in emotional chaos at the nightmare, then to have kissed Patrick was something new as well, she was absolutely confused as to what she should do, and simply curled up on the sofa with one of the throw pillows clutched tightly to her chest and cried again. It was probably the hardest she had cried since the night Aiden had killed himself, and she didn’t know why she was so distraught.

She was so caught up in her own thoughts that she hadn’t heard Ivy leave or her brother walk back down to the basement, until he spoke up at the base of the stairs.

“Another nightmare, Becca? I suppose that’s why Patrick rushed out. Or something else?”

Rebecca looked up and rushed over to her brother, throwing her arms around his neck and sobbing against his chest. She had always been closest to Pete and that night had only made their bond closer. She felt him scoop her up and carry her over to the couch, sitting down and pulling her into his lap like a child.

“I fell asleep during the movie, and had another nightmare. I couldn’t wake myself up, so it went through the whole night. Patrick finally got me awake, and I had hit him in the nightmare. Then he leaned over and kissed me, and then he just jumped up and left. God I feel so stupid.”

Rebecca felt him rubbing her back, and she curled up closer to him, smiling as he started to sing a lullaby that their mom had sang to them when they were younger. She knew that everything would be alright, just like he had said those years ago.

“Thank you, Peterpanda.”

“Of course, Becca. Now just go back to sleep. It’s late anyways.”

She didn’t need any more convincing, and slipped into a dreamless sleep, safe in her older brother’s arms, knowing that nothing could hurt her now.

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So yes, this chapter is quite the doosey. Also I simply had to throw in the little twist. Hope you all liked! Things should be picking up soon. *hugs*
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